Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.